AUTHOR'S NOTE: Some pretty naughty things happen in this chapter so if you don't like naughty things, don't read. This part is all in Michael's POV because I wanted it that way, okay? Okay. You know what got me mad? I'll tell you what got me mad. I wrote this story way back in like, April, while Friend First was still going on and before I even liked All My Life. I had this part written perfectly (well, actually, I changed it but I had a final copy and this part was there), but then POOF! I went on here yesterday and it was totally gone! So I had to re write this part. I think I had it much cuter before but I dunno...I'll let you guys decide.
MICHAEL:
I didn't stay outside during the party for very long. I barely knew anyone there because they were all from Denis's old schools and people he'd met along the way to where he currently was (where ever THAT is). Lilly was there, but who wants to hang out with their little sister? I played some games of Beirut and did some horse races...but didn't let myself get too drunk. Denis and I played some music on our guitars, and I noticed one person standing right by me nearly the whole night. I'll give you one guess as to whom it was. ;play Jeopardy music here you got it right! That weirdo Lydia!
"Michael, where is the girlfriend? Trouble in paradise already?" she asked as I put my guitar down.
"No. She went away for the weekend with a friend."
"I heard your little sister talking about that. She's with another guy for the weekend? You aren't worried that something might happen?" she asked, fluttering her eye lashes and leading me to fall against the wall.
"No. I trust her. She can have as many guy friends as she wants."
A smile came to her lips, "And then I would guess you could have as many female friends as you want?"
"Moscovitz! Over here!" Denis called me into the kitchen.
"Thanks man," I said when I reached him. "She's a killer."
"Yeah, I know. I've heard about her. I don't know why she's here exactly, sorry."
"Well, I'm gonna go hit the sack I think. I don't want to deal with her shit tonight. See ya."
I walked down the hall to my bedroom and noticed that the door was open already. I poked my head in and saw Lydia looking at my stuff. "What the hell are you doing in here?" I demanded. She smiled and fell onto my bed.
"Come on Michael. No one knows we're in here. It can be just between us. I won't tell your little girlfriend. Don't you want a real woman?"
I rolled my eyes, "Lydia, I told you before. I love my girlfriend and I wouldn't do anything stupid to lose her."
"Doing me wouldn't be stupid though," she said standing up and coming closer to me. "It'd be the smartest thing you ever did."
"No."
"Stop with this holier than thou crap," she said with a laugh, "We don't have to tell anyone-"
"Tell anyone? Anyone what? Nothing is going to happen so get out of here already."
"Michael...come on. It can happen only once and I'll stop bothering you."
"No. I don't want to be with you EVER. Get that through your head won't you?" She sounded like one of those psycho girls from Mia's Lifetime movies.
"Lydia? What are you doing in here?" a guys voice asked from the door. "I thought you came with me?" I recognized the voice as Gabe.
"Of course I did!" she said cheerfully. "I was just discussing the band with Michael!" she lied. I rolled my eyes as they left my room. I bolted the door shut.
I hadn't planned on doing this today, I hadn't even planned on seeing her at all. I had actually planned on getting together with the guys to talk about where we want the band to be in the next six months. I didn't feel bad about blowing them off though. I am almost positive they would understand
She came into my room in the middle of the afternoon while I was in the shower. I walked into the room with only my towel around my waist, singing The Floor by Rooney (that song rocks by the way, even if they won't play it at concerts), and there she was, sitting on my window sill looking outside. "May I help you?" I asked, coming up behind her.
She looked up at me, "Hey you."
"What are you doing home so early?" I asked.
"What you don't want me here?" she teased, standing up. She put her hands on my hips and played with the towel.
"Why would I want my girlfriend alone in my bedroom when the only thing separating us is my stupid towel? She giggled and jumped onto my bed, putting on the television.
"Get dressed so we can watch TV together, nakey boy," she commanded.
"What if I don't want to get dressed?" I asked, teasing.
She looked at me with a smirk, "Then I'll make you."
So I threw on some boxers and a t-shirt, looking at the clock. I was due to meet the guys in twenty minutes, but I really didn't care. I had Mia in my room lying in my bed watching television. Life couldn't get any better. Or so I thought.
We were watching an old Seinfeld episode when she said, "The cabin was beautiful."
"So why did you leave early?" I asked robotically.
"Grandmere forgot that she made an appointment for her skin peel. We had to rush back."
I nodded. "That's good, now I get to see you instead of Eddie seeing you," I said, kissing the top of her head.
"He said we could borrow the cabin sometime. I'd love to show you the place. They have a really nice jacquzzi and stuff."
Great. Now I had the mental picture of the two of them in the hot tub. "Super." I flipped the TV off.
"Why are you being sarcastic?" she asked with worried eyes.
I sighed, "Because if I had you alone in that cabin, the hot tub would be the last place I'd have you. I could think of a few things I'd rather be doing with you."
"Oh?" she asked, interested. "What would you do with me?"
I grinned and leaned on my elbows so I was above her. "First," I started, "I'd kiss you right here," I said kissing her neck. "Then I'd do this," I said, slipping the strap of her tank top off her shoulder.
"Uh huh..." she said, her breath un even. "And?"
"I would then kiss you everywhere else," I said softly, with meaning in my eyes. She blushed as she understood what I meant. "If you wanted me to."
"We'll see about that. I'd like to hear what else will happen to me at the cabin." I lowered her shirt so she was completely exposed. I rested my chin between her breasts.
"I don't know what else I could do...do you?"
She smiled and forked her fingers through my hair, "I have no idea," she teased. "I guess we'd just do all that and then you would be so tired that you'd fall asleep on my chest?"
"Or," I started, kissing her there.
She giggled. "What?" I asked, my hair all over the place because she had her hands all over it.
"Nothing, it feels nice," she said convincingly. "I promise."
So I continued what I was doing and eventually the entire shirt came off her. So I laid on top of her, both of our chests open to one another. "So..."
"Then what would you do?" she asked with wide eyes. I licked my lips. There was no going back now. No one to interrupt us. Denis was out with the guys. I had the phone off the hook. I slipped out of my shorts and laid back. "Mia, if you don't want this to happen tell me now before we get to the point where I really don't think I can hold back."
She laid her chin on my chest. "Michael, stop being so silly and finish showing me what you would do to me if we were all alone in the cabin." I couldn't resist that silly smile on her face, so I reached into my nightstand and grabbed a condom. She bit her lip as she watched me do this, but she looked happy. I pulled at the drawstrings of her sweatpants, and together we lowered them, keeping our eyes locked.
I won't ever get over the expression on her face while we were making love. She looked almost like she wasn't there...like she was watching this happening to her. I didn't care though. I liked how it felt. I liked being this close to her. I liked knowing that no one else would ever be close to her like me. I love her.